Devilena

Chapter 2 - Coming Down

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The idea of sleeping became more of a fantasy than reality as I tossed and turned on the expanse of my soft white sheets. Only one thing kept ringing in my ear and it was the sound of Chung's gruff voice strained from what I'm assuming to be one or two many Cuban cigs saying "100 million dollars" 

It wasn't so much about the money  in this line of business that was  abundant if you were good at what you did and rest assured that I was the best, it was more about the threat of me not being thought of as the best that kept me spinning despite the welcoming feel of my comforter.

Was he thought of as better than me? Worth a 100 million dollar mission? Was he actually better? No. He couldn't be. He would never be.

There were only a handful of people who underwent the vicious training, mental strengthening and manipulation that I did to become who I am today and out of that few almost every single one cracked under pressure.

They either: lashed out and got killed for defiance, committed suicide, got killed in training, ran away and was shot down when they were scrambling to the gates or simply died of depression. Only the strongest survived and I was the strongest so it was absolutely absurd for Morty to refer to him as 'the best in the business'.

As a matter of fact how dare he make such a loose comment or he was just being Morty and talking out of his ass as per usual? for some reason in this instance I highly doubted it. The temptation to pluck my gun from under my pillow, show up at his door and blow his brains out in-front of his wife was rising by the minute but I instantly dismissed the idea purely because that would require me indicating that the comment had affected me in some way.

And it didn't. It fucking didn't.

-.-

It was safe to say that Chung was desperate.

Desperate was actually an understatement very fucking desperate would be more fitting in his situation. 

At the ass crack of dawn my phone was chirping on my side table and seeing that I just got the first bit of sleep I decided it was best to ignore it but I soon realized that determination was his strong point because he kept calling and calling and calling.

After the fourth ring my annoyance spiked to new levels and I ripped the phone off the side table and slammed it to my ear, dangerously close to cracking the delicate screen but I didn't care the only thing on my mind was ripping Chung's balls from the base of his dick.

"This better be the most important thing known to man because if it's anything less I will be killing someone" I grumbled. I was not a morning person.

"Good morning to you too Vixen" I could hear the attitude in his voice but I chose not to comment "I thought you would be pleased to find out that you will be due to fly to meet our dear friend Axel soon preferably in the middle of next week we have caught wind from people under my employ in Bahamas that a suspicious number of Davidson's men were caught suspiciously loitering around on the island seems a bit strange to me that rather far out of his cargo's territory so I'm assume these are acting independently as if they were guarding something or most likely someone."

How does one murder someone's daughter and goes on a fucking hideaway in the Bahamas?

Fucking ridiculous.